Behind the Neon Lights
I believed the whole world would welcome me
when I left home, and moved to the city.
But it wasn't like what I thought it would be
behind its neon lights: there's no pity,
while success doesn't come with a guarantee.
I was disenchanted, to say the least,
'twixt expectations and reality.
And my enthusiasm quickly decreased:
as the cost of living caught up with me,
and anxiety's climb sharply increased.
Flying high, carried by the winds of hope,
I shed the innocence that bound my wings.
For, eager to do more than barely cope:
no longer a puppet; I cut the strings
that had over time morphed into a rope.
Pinocchio had to learn the hard way
that sometimes what we think we want the most,
is, but an illusion: that fades away.
For dreams continue to move the goalpost;
whenever frustration comes into play.
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